บททั้งหมดของ MARRYING My FATHER-IN-LAW : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Emerson lets out a sad laugh, shaking his head as if he can’t understand what’s so difficult about this."What’s so hard about it?" he asks." Don't act like you don't know..." I answer narrowing my eyes at him. "You love me. I love you. I don’t see anything complicated about that. If we want to be together, we can be together. I more than just want to be with you, Mina. So it’s up to you. We can get married again. We can have the life we want. It is that easy. You’re the one making it complicated."I take a deep breath, calming myself down."No, Emerson. It’s not that easy," I say, my voice firm but soft. "I’ve been through a lot since we went our separate ways. I can’t just say yes tonight and expect everything to go back to normal."I exhale slowly, choosing my words carefully."Do I love you, Emmerson? Yes. Do you make me happy? Yes. Do I want to get back with you? More than anything."His eyes light up for a moment, but I don’t let him get ahead of himself."But if we’re going t

We’re headed back to Trey’s penthouse, and when we pull up in front of the building, I hesitate. Emmerson's fingers hover over the door handle so he can open my door for me. I stop him with a hand on his arm."It’s fine," I say, offering a small smile. "I’m safe, as you can see. There’s security." I motion toward the doorman standing at the entrance, "You don’t have to walk me in. I’m okay.""Yeah, I know," he says, his voice calm. "But it’s not like I’m gonna just stay out here in the car waiting."I frown. "What do you mean?""I’ll come up with you. I think you need help with your luggage.""My luggage?" I echo, confused."Yeah," he says, giving me a look like isn’t it obvious? "I thought you might have stuff to pack, whatever you left behind."I blink at him. "Pack? Emerson, why would I need to pack?"He hesitates, then rubs the back of his neck. " I thought we talked about everything at dinner. I thought we were back together."I stare at him, trying to process his words. "I thou

Trey suddenly bursts into laughter. I stare at him, completely thrown off. What the hell am I dealing with here? His laugh is almost manic like he's unraveling "It's nothing that bad," he finally says, shaking his head as if trying to convince himself. "I can't believe I'm reacting like this." I blink at him, not buying it. "What do you mean? Just go straight to the point, Trey. You're acting weird, and it's starting to freak me out." He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "You know, when I was doing it, I didn’t think it would mess with me like this." His voice cracks slightly, and then, he laughs again. "Fuck. I don't even understand myself." "Trey, seriously. What did you do?" I demand, my patience wearing thin. He exhales and looks at me. "Okay, okay. I didn’t do anything bad, and I think I might be overreacting about the whole thing. I’m being dramatic." I nod, urging him to keep going. "I slept with someone I shouldn’t have." My stomach drops. For a second, I just sta

By now, I have to cut him off. "Okay, stop! Wait a minute. I don't want to hear how you did it or where you did it. Fuck it. Trey.""Yeah, that's the gist of what happened." He Answers unbothered by my statement.I can't believe this. I keep saying to myself, but he continues."So, then by nine, She wakes up gets dressed and tells me She better hurry on before Eric wakes up and doesn’t find her. Kisses me and leaves the hotel in a hurry. So I don’t think anything about it.""You don’t think anything about it, Trey? Are you serious? You slept with somebody else's wife, a married woman, and you don’t think about it?""Hey, why are you so mad at me for, Mina?" Trey asks, his tone exasperated. "I mean, I'm not the one who's married. I'm not the one who promised my life and my faithfulness to somebody. I don't have a girlfriend. I don't have a wife. I'm not committed to anybody. Why are you so mad at me? Why aren't you mad at me, Rita? Why are you mad at me?"I can't believe this. I keep r

Trey doesn’t come back to work.By the time I close up—which, as always, makes me the last person out—I head upstairs and find him drinking.I take the glass from his hand. "So, what does this mean? You already look like you’re halfway to wasted, and we agreed we were going out tonight. So what is this?""I don’t feel like going out tonight," he mutters. "Why don’t we just order in?"I sigh. "Alright, fine. What do you want to eat?""I don’t know. Maybe pizza? I don’t know. Whatever you want to get.""Okay, I’ll order Chinese. Is that okay with you?""Yeah, whatever."I roll my eyes and order the food, then go take a shower. When I come back, I find him knocked out on the couch.The food arrives, and we sit in silence, eating on the couches while an action movie plays. There’s nothing to say—nothing that hasn’t already been said.Then he finally speaks. "Eric left me an email. Eric wrote me an